Abigayle...♥ III
If they revived you,Then, why are you still dead?
Your skin ashen, eyes ebony,
Lank hair receiding from your unconscious head
Your limp corpse lifeless,
On the autopsy table,
A shallow 'Y' adorns your chest
Discovering the cause of death, it enables
Your lips sealed shut,
The Sleeper, truly, you shall be,
A broken heart, no longer beating,
As we mourn your absence in the cemetery
Sibly Vane never went quite like this,
Leaving her loved ones a wreck,
No ring around her finger,
No noose around her neck
They tell me this was your destiny,
God will come for you
Although, I feel so weak in faith,
I know it must be true
Yet, I wonder if you're still here,
Well within my reach,
Begging just to hear your name,
Let us know you'd never leave
I suppose, I'll never know for sure,
Never hear your voice again
I'm putting all my faith in that Ben Jorgensen's wrong,
That in Heaven, it will never rain
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